Visual Chaos is the New Order
Anthropomorpho-colorful beings from the depths of imagination are nothing more than mere shells to hide the fragility of their creator, while beings that do not appear terrifying or evil ultimately are. Such is life. The absurdity of rules fades away; but what about longevity? Can an artist defy the inexorable march of time? Fragments of humanity merge with abstract forms, and the canvas whispers of significant wear despite being new. The Artistic Bestiary urges us to question: can art foreshadow our downfall, or does it hold the key to our salvation?
